Longing

The wind blows across the plain,
heavy, heavy are our chains,
Sun, home, freedom - glowing dreams,
but the foreign land - ice on the heart ...

Katja Spurova, Slovenia

Nature is silent, pre-thunderstorm sweltering.
From the west flow deep, dark clouds.
In the sky spring winds flow on each other,
lurking fear in the heart. Longing ...
Longing.

Grazyna Chrostowska, Poland

My little darling,
today I have seen so much suffering,
yes, so many sighs,
that I wanted to forget for a moment
and wrote this letter for you,
which will never be sent...

Unknown Belgian

Soon birds will chirp
and sing beautiful songs.
Oh little flowers, little birds! Where are you now,
where is my dear hometown?

Katarina Niklavova, Slovenia

Certainly, you poeticize me from afar,
you still see me in the bloom of spring,
you don't know yet, my love, that I have now
I have gray hair at the temples.

Unknown Frenchwoman

My soft pink cotton flakes
and graceful white clouds,
what stories you told me
during the roll call in the camp...
[...]
But in this penitentiary, where my pain
roars in hopelessness,
Cloud, you were my light,
in your sky I saw France.

Charlotte Serre, France

Somewhere
You rest
Transfigured in wisdom, protected by beauty.
You dream -
Far from the earth
Of burning reality -
On which mankind in agonizing struggle
Goes towards a more beautiful future.

Stefanie Kunke, Austria